Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.